Chapter 332.1
The Codex of Light was the world’s largest and most powerful faith, an undeniable fact.
Since the Lighthouse Keeper emerged from the pyre holding the Tablet of Dawn, the Codex had grown by crushing and devouring its enemies, one by one.
There had been crises, of course. Elil’s Rebellion, the Nameless Chaos’s suicide, and the Immortal Order’s seizure of the Holy Land—all had brought the Codex to the brink of collapse.
But what all these crises had in common was that they originated from within the Codex itself.
Nothing else could push the Codex of Light into peril except the Codex itself.
Other faiths?
The Olkan Code was nothing more than a pest that pillaged momentarily before passing. The once-mighty Salt Council had been buried. The World’s Forge couldn’t even escape its island, and the Red Chalice was nothing but a parasite.
The Codex of Light was not a peaceful faith, nor was it a benevolent one.
This was the lens through which the Codex viewed the world and other faiths—a fact. Even the Immortal Order, which had suffered countless attacks, dared not launch an offensive against the Codex, resorting only to sporadic acts of terror.